The film Flashback had bad reviews for the most part, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying 25 year old footage from a pre-streetscaped,* pre-SFMTA* North Beach:

You see, at the beginning Jack Bauer was the uptight one and Dennis Hopper was the hippie – that’s the whole movie.

And it’s the later version of Big Audio Dynamite doing the audio – quite bouncy with plenty of orchestra hits and Rolling Stones samples.

Oh, and note the old-school MUNI bus at 0:03 in the window reflection…

*AND THAT WAS THE WAY WE LIKED IT!

“If I do what I wantedI just don’t have the timeI want to ride my motorcycleInto the sunshine

My tv is laughin’Makin’ me feel smallLike I’m sad in a cellAll I can is these wallsAnd I never want to see another shopping mall

[Chorus:]Oh FreeTo be what I willOh FreeI’ll keep it up tillI’m FreeOr I won’t have nothing at all(End Chorus)

This is my lifeI’m livin it, I will payBut why should I care about all that todayI need a head startAnd I don’t want to stallGonna take a bulldozer to break down the wallsAnd I never want to see another shopping mall

[Chorus:]

And I know ’bout all the graveyardsTumble-down farms and shacksI’ve gotta get out on the highwayAnd I’m not comin’ backThere’s a small town in the mountains where I’ll do my thingIt’s this Credit Card Livin’ I find StiflingI wanna see the river turning into the fallsBeen down for so long now I wanna stand tallSo I’m packing my belongings and fear into my hold-allAnd I never wanna see another Shopping MallShopping Mall

(Flashback Soundbyte)Once we get out of the 80’s the 90’s are gonna make the 60’s look like the 50’s

(Flashback Soundbyte)Woah! Whew! I aint had a rush like that since the Berkeley Riots!

And oh yes, this crib is just perfect for “entertaining dignitaries.” (And then when that’s over, just head up two blocks to Geary to the prostitution sector for a “happy endings” massage to, you know, complete the soiree!)

Sometimes I just don’t know…

And I’m not objecting to the price, I’m objecting to the price for this, this monument to real estate obsolescence at this particular location. Now if you want to drag this thing northeast to a few blocks above California, well then you might have something, Climb Realty.

In a statement, Kudrow’s attorney Gerald Sauer said, “The jury’s verdict is merely one step in the legal process. This case ultimately will be resolved at the appellate level. Ms. Kudrow has faith in the judicial system, and she believes that the eventual outcome of this contractual dispute will be in her favor.”

How do think jurors feel after hemming and hawing day after day, sweating the details, you know, only to be told their brand-new decision just doesn’t matter?

NOT GOOD, prolly.

But it gets better:

In a statement of his own, Scott Howard’s attorney Mark Baute countered, “What generally happens now with unsophisticated actress clients is they overpay for filing a frivolous appeal that has no chance for success. The verdict is rock solid, and we look forward to collecting 10 percent, 16,000 dollars a month, in post-judgment interest while their frivolous appeal is pending. We will collect that interest for two years, which is how long it will take for the Court of Appeal to affirm this jury’s righteous verdict.”

Oh, so this kind of thing happens all the time, not with actors generally, but specifically with actresses, the “unsophisticated” ones, and just from recent cases, so we can generalize this particular case and know for sure what’s going to happen? Wow.

Now if I were Lisa Kudrow, I’d be thinking, mmm, the math’s off a bit, but mmmm, maybe I should cut a deal right now.

[UPDATE: Who says nameless, faceless, S&P500 corporations never listen to the little guy? ‘Cause now the unpaid(?) interns(?) at Gannett, Co. Inc are putting “sponsored” on their sponsored Tweets. Just like I asked them to, below. Excelsior! ]

I heard you’re supposed to get a Willie Nelson guitar pick attached to the neck of every bottle of this brand of six-year-old Bourbon, but I didn’t see it:

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Anyway, that was what was dropped outside of the Lucky on Saturday, just by the eastern entrance.

And just beyond that towards the street was this scene. Can you see the little dude wrapping his arms around the legs of the big guy? I think that’s what they call tactics:

See? Timber:

And then ka-thud on the sidewalk of Fulton:

Out come the handcuffs from the undercover agent (called “the L.T.” [lieutenant?] by Lucky employees):

And then it’s past the place where the shoplifted whiskey got dropped and back into the store to wait for the SFPD. Just another day in Paradise south of McBaker and west of the HayBro, just another day in the NoPA, Western Addition, San Francisco, California, USA:

After the wonderful altruistic support we’ve had since and before the incident at Passion Cafe, we’ve decided against selling the restaurant.

Our initial goal was to create a change for the betterment of the residents in the Sixth Street corridor. After 35 years of building South of Market there had been one continuing desire and that was to bring change to Sixth Street which was festering throughout the SOMA neighborhood; as contractors, we took the most blighted building on the Street and we accomplished our goal and have encouraged many new businesses to use us as a model to bring their ideas to the Mid-Market, Sixth Street corridor.

No one could have predicted the economy, consequently we decided to operate Passion Cafe and we’ve had much success and have been lauded from State Senator Mark Leno and have received awards from City, State and Federal entities, too many to mention (except, thank you Supervisor Kim, S.F. Travel, CVE, Mayors Gavin Newsom and Ed Lee, Urban Solutions). The show of gratitude has been humbling.

It’s ironic that on the morning of the incident, I had come early to have someone hang a for sale sign early in the day as to be safe not to injure anyone below, if not for that I would never have been the recipient of a sad, deranged attacker. We had come to that decision feeling very proud of our accomplishment. We’ve survived, in large part, because of our supporters.

After a confusing period, I would like to put all speculation to rest and again, thank everyone for their continued support and encouragement. Passion Cafe will remain, amongst our new neighbors, from Burning Man to Twitter to the International Museum of American Art to all the other eateries we’ve encouraged to move to the new, vibrant Sixth Street and Mid-Market.